MTL - World of Cultivation-~ Section VII: Lord waiting for you (on)

Section VII: Lord waiting for you (on) ("")

Wake up from the entrance, left to breathe, and the whole body is light and comfortable.

Out of the quiet room, with the sound of Gui, jumped to the roof.

Stretching out his fingers, his heart moved, and the pale gold [Geng Jinqi Mang] appeared without any effort. Zuo Mo’s heart was happy, this time the bitterness was not eaten in white, and his own control of [Geng Jinqi Mang] was quite obvious.

I saw that the "Geng Jinqi Mang" surrounded by his fingers suddenly turned sharply, suddenly stopped, and the stars were a little bit like a tiny sands, which was beautiful in the night.

He suddenly thought of a thought in his mind. Is this [Geng Jinqi Mang] actually an attacking law?

The small, but fierce and unusual killing of the previous one gave him the idea.

However, with his knowledge of Ling Zhifu, it is a typical non-combat occupation. I have never heard of any Lingfu husband who is good at fighting. Moreover, it is not him who will be in the door. Each person's talent is different, Zuo Mo can be built into the third layer of [Xiao Yun Yu Yan], naturally someone is good at other types of law.

Among the disciples, there is a [Geng Jinqi Mang] who has been repaired to the second floor. Not only is it [Geng Jinqi Mang], but even [Grasswood 诀] [地气诀] [赤炎诀] has people practicing, but the level is not high.

I am wrong?

This problem circling in his mind, lingering.

But soon, he was reluctant to think about it again. Pick up the sound, enter the spiritual power, put it around.

The head rested on the arm and looked at the vast starry sky, and the heart gradually calmed down. Night wind, cool, can not tell the coziness. Listening to the various messages that the ear whispering keeps playing, Zuo Mo quietly fell asleep.

The next day, I went to the medicine field to apply a rain, and gave a rain to the younger brother who had made an agreement. He returned to his small courtyard.

Passing through Ling Tian, ​​looking at the rows of neat Ling Valley, suddenly thought of the doubt in my heart last night.

Hesitated for a moment, he decided to try again.

Hands on a Linggu, [Geng Jinqiang] silently infiltrated into the plant, like yesterday, Zuo Mo connected the mind with [Geng Jinqi Mang].

Soon, [Geng Jinqi Mang] found a group of locusts, Zuo Mo immediately nervous, yesterday's violent breath, his heart has a lingering fear.

However, today's situation is beyond his expectations. [Geng Jinqi Mang] did not encounter any resistance, all the mites were crushed into powder in less than a cup of tea. The whole process was done in one go, without any hindrance.

How could this be?

He was a little confused, and he took a ride on another Linggu. The situation was exactly the same. Is it the problem of the Linggu Valley yesterday? He shook his head, and today there is no difference between the two Linggu and the Ling Valley yesterday.

What's the problem?

He ran to the Linggu Valley yesterday and checked it again. There is really no difference. However, he found that this Linggu is obviously much better than yesterday, the leaves are more green, and the aphid powder in the body has become its nutrient. Judging from his two years of experience in planting, this Linggu production is definitely much more than before.

Zuo Mo’s heart was overjoyed, and the question of whether or not he was considered to be an attacking law was quickly thrown aside by him.

What are the more real benefits than increasing production? Ling Valley is a spar, spar is a variety of magic weapons, law...

The motivated Zuo Mo began to work in Lingtian's large-scale de-worming. Five acres of Lingtian, he planned to have a Linggu not let go.

For ten days, every day except for the medicine field and Lingtian, the rest of the time was spent on the Linggu in his yard. One plant uses [Gengjinqiang], and when it is exhausted, it runs to the quiet room to meditate and recover, and then continues, so reciprocating. Later, he was almost completely numb and mechanically displayed [Geng Jinqi Mang].

After the last Lingu Shi exhibition [Geng Jinqi Mang], looking at the neat Lingtian, the glorious growth, the green valley of the green, his heart could not help but rise a strong sense of accomplishment.

[Geng Jinqi Mang] The people who will meet are not only him, but no one in the door will be as crazy as he is, and he will go to Linggu to check one by one. The workload is really terrible! They will only display [Geng Jinqi Mang] after the symptoms of the lesion appear in Linggu.

If there is no quiet room, there is no such thing as left.

For ten days of heavy work, Zuo Mo is tired to the extreme regardless of body and mind.

He only wants to do one thing now, and that is to go back to the room and have a good night's sleep.

Being prepared to move, suddenly, a pink little crane came straight from him in the distance and stopped floating in front of him.

"Hey!" Zuo Mo felt that he was familiar with it. He thought for a long time, and then he remembered the wish of Xiao Qianhe who had cleaned the yard more than ten days ago. It was only pink.

No, I wish Xiao Qianhe, but there is no way to locate it. Xiao Qianhe can find the target and needs the imprint to guide. The last Xiao Qianhe had the impression of the master, only need to pour in the spiritual power, and it will fly to his master.

I can't leave any mark on my own!

But all imprints need to contain spiritual power. In order to prevent the other party from finding himself, when he wrote the two words, he did not dare to use a little spiritual power.

The first time I flew to myself, it was luck. But if it is the second time to fly here, it is definitely not luck that makes sense.

Very strange event!

Observing the delicate little crane that stopped in front of him, hesitated, and left Mozs out his hand and took it off.

Take the little crane and walk into the quiet room.

Sitting on the futon, he began to dismantle the little crane.

On the pink paper spread out, there are only two words on it, and it is still the last handwriting.

When these two words are reflected in his vision, they are suddenly born!

An icy breath shrouded the left, and the strong sense of danger made him sweaty and straight! Just like a sharp and unparalleled flying sword in the throat, the sharpness of the sharp edge of the sword is easy to **** into the skin and spread quickly throughout the body.

Damn, can't move!

The face of the zombie was a pair of horrified eyes. The left body was frozen by this chill, and he couldn’t move his fingers!

Revenge from the other party? punishment? joke?

There is no time to think about it, he is like a beast that is tied, and the only remaining instinct is struggling! He struggled desperately and wanted to regain control of his body. Running the spirit madly, there is no effect, the body does not move, he is in the same place.

The icy breath is constantly increasing. It is like a cold-blooded and ruthless monster. He is indifferent to the left, and opens its **** mouth. It seems that there is no room for rebellion.